Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.